[ Featuring Metropole Orkest, Jules Buckley ]
I'm my own bitch, no off position switch
Genes coming unzipped, that double helix bullshit
Why read the room? When you could just assume?
That nothing making sense makes sense
The sun is another flame, weird picture when you look through the frame
Better or worse, the ruler of the universe
Is it love?
It, it don't matter
Its something AM, mistakes are happening
Ralph's lighting is bright reflecting off our eyes
Each joke is a brick, looking different than our pics
Now nothing making sense makes sense
The sun is another flame, weird shooting when you don't know the aim
Not heard here first, the ruler of the universe
Is it love?
It, it don't matter
It, it don't matter anyway
Is it love?
It, it don't matter
It matters
